Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

The next day, Zhang Mo went to pick catkins outside the city with Xu Fu early in the morning, and then hurried to the market to find a job at noon.

When I arrived at the most prosperous street in Yangdi, I walked around the street first, asking about the prices of rice, grain, cloth and other food and clothing. After I had a rough idea of ​​the prices, I chose a restaurant that didn't seem to be doing very good business and went in.

The restaurant is divided into two floors. The lobby on the lower floor is very spacious. There is a square stand in the middle with tables and seats. It is a place for people to tell stories or play the piano.

There are more than a dozen square tables under the stands, but they are not high-legged tables like modern ones. Instead, they are about the same height as desks, with thick seats on both sides of the tables.

Seeing Zhang Mo's ugly appearance, the waiter wanted to send her away, but seeing that she was wearing a long robe and dressed like a scholar, he reluctantly welcomed her in and said indifferently, "Young Master, what would you like to eat?"

The aroma of food wafted into her nose. Zhang Mo swallowed and shook her head, "I want to find your shopkeeper."

"Is the young master a relative of the shopkeeper?" the clerk thought to himself, "Could it be that a poor relative has come knocking on our door?"

"No, I have something to discuss with him."

At this time, a slightly plump middle-aged man walked out from the back hall. The waiter took two steps to greet him and said, "Boss, this young man is looking for Manager Guo."

Zhang Mo followed and bowed, "Sir, I have a few stories that I would like to tell in your place. Is that possible?"

After taking a look at Zhang Mo's skull face, the man felt his scalp tingling and goose bumps all over his body.

"Go away, go away! How dare you, a vagrant who stole a robe, pretend to be a storyteller? Get out of here now, or I'll report you to the police."

Zhang Mo hurriedly said: "I bought this dress myself. I'm really good at telling stories."

"roll!"

The man's face was filled with impatience. He said to the waiter, "Get out of here immediately! How dare you let someone like that in? You'll be the one to blame if you scare the customers."

"Sir, I'm a real storyteller. If you don't believe me, please listen first..."

Before he could finish his words, the host turned and left.

Seeing the guy rolled up his sleeves and looked like a ferocious monster ready to beat someone up, Zhang Mo shrank her neck and had no choice but to get out of here quickly.

The sun was setting and she hadn't eaten lunch yet. Her stomach had protested many times, so she turned into a small restaurant and spent two copper coins to buy a dry bun made of coarse flour mixed with bran. She then went to the well on the street and had a simple lunch with well water.

This little bit of food was not enough to fill me up. I saw an elm tree by the well and picked some elm seeds and chewed them.

The aroma of meat wafted from the restaurant not far away, making her drool. Zhang Mo squatted under a tree and sighed softly. If she couldn't make any money, she would not be able to eat meat, let alone dry bread.

In fact, it is not the boss's fault for judging people by their appearance. Storytellers not only need to tell stories well, but their image is also very important, especially in restaurants and teahouses. Regardless of the story, just the appearance of the story will make customers lose their appetite.

Under the elm tree, Zhang Mo looked at the people coming and going on the street boredly, and couldn't help but think of what Xu Fu said that day. Did she really have to rely on him for support?

The Xu family makes a living by selling Hubing. Due to wars and famines in recent years, the number of merchants coming from all over the place has gradually decreased, and the Xu family's business has also plummeted. Otherwise, they would not have thought of renting a house.

Xu Fu asked her to stay in the Xu family to help, but Aunt Xu could do all the work by herself, and she would be completely redundant. She really didn't have the face to eat for free in someone else's house.

Shameless!

No shame?

shameless? !

Zhang Mo's eyes lit up, she spat out the old and bitter elm seeds in her mouth, stood up, brushed off the dust from the hem of her long skirt, and jumped onto the stone block under the tree.

"Listen to the story, listen to the story, it's an interesting story. If you have money, please support us with money, and if you don't have money, please support us with your presence. Don't miss it if you pass by. If you miss it, you will never see it again..."

There has always been a lot of people in China who enjoy watching melons. In ancient times, there was a lack of entertainment, so people would gather around at the slightest sign of trouble on the street like bees seeing flowers or flies smelling feces.

As long as people are entertained, who cares if you look good or not? Moreover, street performers with a distinctive appearance seem to be more attractive to the audience.

About a hundred people soon gathered under the elm tree. Glancing at the waiter who was peeking in from the restaurant door, Zhang Mo began her journey to the west.

"it is good!"

"This story is novel!"

"What happened next? Did Sun Wukong go and wreak havoc in Heaven?"

Glancing at the restaurant owner who was listening intently in the crowd, Zhang Mo paused, "It's getting late today. If you want to know the details, please wait for the next episode."

The crowd dispersed, and she picked up the copper coins in the tree pit and prepared to finish work and go home.

"Young Master, please stay!"

The boss hurried over to stop her and said, "Forgive my poor eyesight and any offense I may have caused you before. Please forgive me."

He smiled sincerely, "Young Master, you are truly extraordinary with such magnanimity. Could you give me another chance?"

Zhang Mo curled her lips. He was indeed a businessman, with a thick skin than a city wall. He had just kicked her out of the restaurant at noon, but now he could smile and accompany her as if nothing had happened.

"I wouldn't dare. I'm just a vulgar person, just trying to make a living on the streets!"

Seeing her indifferent expression, the host smiled awkwardly and looked at the few copper coins in her hand. "Young Master, why don't you come to my building to tell stories? I'll give you twenty coins a day, including a meal and tea. If there are any extra tips from customers, they will all go to you."

"Hmph~ Sending away a beggar?" Zhang Mo walked away, looking like she didn't want to say anything more.

The boss's smile froze, and he followed up with another question, "Young Master, do you think it's too little? Let's discuss it again."

Zhang Mo stopped and turned to look at him. "Since you are so sincere in inviting me, I have two options. You can choose one. The first is a fixed salary of seventy coins a day, plus bonuses and food. The second is a salary of 10% of your restaurant's daily profits, and the bonuses will also belong to me."

The boss's face turned cold, "Young Master, you're asking for too much! You can only make a dozen or so yuan a day telling stories on the street!"

"If we can't reach an agreement, forget it."

She flicked her sleeves leisurely, put her hands behind her back, and walked back. "I'm sure my story will spread quickly throughout Yangdi. Tomorrow, many restaurants will come looking for me. Perhaps I can even get a hundred coins a day."

"Young Master, stop!"

The boss hurriedly stopped her, but he was quickly calculating in his mind. Considering how popular the story was today, if she came to tell stories in the building, the business would definitely increase, and it would not be impossible for the profit to increase several times.

After hesitating for a moment, the host gritted his teeth and said, "Seventy coins, that's it, but... I also have a request."

"Please say!"

"Young Master, you must wear a cap when you come into the building."

"No problem!" Zhang Mo agreed readily. She didn't want to show her face anyway.

In the absence of famine, a stone of millet costs about two hundred coins, and an ordinary house like the Xu family's is worth about twenty thousand coins. A daily wage of seventy coins is extremely high, and it also includes a meal. Even if there is no reward, she can quickly save enough money to buy a house and settle down.

Moreover, you can also become a VIP. If you want to hear the subsequent story in advance, you can pay her to go to the box to tell you the story privately. One round costs twenty coins, the price is clearly marked, and there is no deception.

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Ruyilou is located on a busy street in Yangdi, with a relatively large flow of people. The business was originally not good due to management problems as well as food quality problems. Zhang Mo sold a few recipes while telling stories, and with the income from customers' tips, she earned enough money to buy a small house in more than a month.

This income was simply too good to be true. Not only did it make Aunt Xu envious, it also attracted the attention of local thugs.

In an alley off the main street, a burly man leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking lazily toward the alley entrance. He asked, "Did you find out everything about that kid?"

"Clear, it couldn't be clearer."

The man who spoke had a pointed face and monkey cheeks, and squinted his eyes with a pair of cunning little tricks. "That kid just came to Yangdi a while ago. He's all alone, with no relatives or friends. Don't worry."

Another one with pockmarks on his face said with a smile, "This is a fat fish. We will have a big income in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the sharp mouth poked the two people beside him, staring straight at the entrance of the alley, "Here I come!"

The alley was extremely dimly lit. Every time Zhang Mo walked here, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Although there were other ways to go back to Xu's house, it would take about a quarter of an hour to take a detour. If she was still strolling on the street after curfew, she would be caught and spanked.

She quickened her pace and when she was about to leave the alley, three people suddenly jumped out from a few steps ahead. Zhang Mo was stunned for a moment, turned around and was about to run, but before she could take two steps, her collar was grabbed from behind.

"Still want to run?"

The burly man dragged her into the alley and kicked her in the knee.

Zhang Mo felt pain and her knee hit the bluestone road with a bang, making her grimace in pain.

"What for?" He asked this question, but he knew in his heart that he was being targeted by a gangster.

The sharp-tongued man said, "Why? I just want to borrow some money from you."

Before she could think of a way to escape, the burly man snatched the purse from her arms, then kicked her to the ground. He stepped on Zhang Mo's hand, which was pressed to the ground, and said with a grin, "Kid, be sensible and respect us well in the future. I won't make things difficult for you and will leave you food to eat. If you don't know what's good for you, we brothers have plenty of ways to punish you."

"You..." Zhang Mo raised her head stubbornly and glared at them angrily, but in the end she swallowed the words she was about to curse. A wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him. She was alone and weak, and if she angered these people, she would definitely suffer a lot.

As if he could see what she was thinking, the burly man laughed and said, "Why? You still want to report to the police?"

As he spoke, he stamped his foot a few times, "To tell you the truth, we brothers have some connections in Yangdi. If you dare to report to the authorities, I will let you know what it means to live a life worse than death. As long as you are obedient and filial every day, I will let you live. Otherwise... this is still a light punishment, understand?"

Zhang Mo was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. The man seemed to be waiting for her to answer, and he didn't relax the force on her hand at all.

"I understand, I understand!" she said with difficulty.

The man smiled with satisfaction, moved his feet away, squatted down and patted her cheeks twice, "That's good! From now on, you'll have us here to protect you, and no one will dare to cause trouble for you."

After saying that, he rubbed her face fiercely and said with a lewd smile: "How come you are more delicate than this young lady? Your face is as smooth as a peeled chicken egg."

"Boss, no matter how young you are, you're still a kid. Don't tell me you have a paternal love affair." The sharp-mouthed man looked disgusted, shook his chicken skin, and urged, "Curfew is almost here, hurry up and leave!"

"Bah!" the burly man spat, "I only like women!"

He stood up, weighed the money bag in his hand, and left with his two men.